All Chapters of Ruling The Pack (Mated To The Night Book 3) : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“We’ll all work hard to keep you safe, Dawn,” Lance told her.She looked at him and blushed bright red. “Th-thank you. I’m in your care.”Leo clapped his hands, directing our attention to where he and Cat stood. “Great. Let’s get things going.”He’d spread a map out on a large, flat boulder. It must have been an older map because the edges were frayed. The map itself had soft creases from years of use, and the cave systems were marked in faded black ink. We all gathered around the rock to get a good view of it.Leo pointed to the map. “From what Bryn said, this is the best route to get to Troy’s hideout. Heading this way would prevent the ferals from cutting us off because we won’t be going at them head-on.”“Alpha Oakley, could I take a closer look?” Dawn’s soft voice pulled our attention. It was silly that she would need permission before looking at the map. Obviously, Oakley had a long way to go if he wanted to make his pack more equal.He nodded. “Of course.”She leaned over the m

“I’ve been researching a new spell, and I’ve found a way to bring my father back.”“What?”He nodded as if what he’d said wasn’t the most insane thing that had ever left his lips. “He was never meant to die. I need my father to help me run things. He and I will seize territory from every wolf in the area, and then we’ll move on to human cities. We’ll expand our reach until this entire country is ours. He had the plans, and I can make them a reality.”I shuddered at the thought. It wouldn’t happen that way. They’d tried to use blood for their purposes before, and all it had done was ruin those children and destroy Gregor and Troy. I wasn’t sure what the side effects would be if he went through with the ritual, but they couldn't be good.“Children weren’t the way to go,” Troy said. “They don’t have enough blood for what I need, and they’re not pure enough. Children don’t have the connection to the land that’s necessary to make real magic happen. This time, I’ll drain the life from the c

No, no, no, he was catching up! I tried to up the pace, my heart pounding hard, but I would never be fast enough to get out before he caught up with me.Trish looked over her shoulder at me. In her eyes, I saw her consider abandoning me to the wolves and running off on her own, but almost as quickly, I watched her make a different choice. She slowed until she was running next to me.“I should’ve done things differently,” she panted. “I really am sorry, Bryn. I hope you can believe that.”My eyes widened. “What are you doing, Trish?”I should’ve known I wasn’t going to make it out of here. Tell my family, Tanya, and Tara that I’m sorry for leaving them behind.”“Wait—”She didn’t wait. She stopped running. I looked behind me as the wolf knocked her down, turning away just as he tore into her neck.Chapter 25NightWe managed to force our way through that attack with few casualties, then retreated to Garou territory to recover. My wolf was gnashing his teeth inside me, eager to take con

I wasn’t under Troy’s control like they were, yet he had the ability to make me want to lose all sense. Troy had always known exactly which button to push to make a wolf go feral just to kill him. And in that moment, I’d never felt worse for the poor kids under his control.I shoved back my rage. “Tell us where Bryn is, and maybe I’ll give you a head start before hunting you down, Troy.”He laughed hard. “What an arrogant prick you are! You know, Night, you have this nasty habit of making threats even when you’re in no position to do that.”“Troy, the sun is setting, and Bryn is nowhere around. All I have to do is kill you, and this thing will be over. You’ll miss your window for your stupid ritual, and the ferals will be free. You’re the one at a disadvantage here.”But he didn’t seem bothered by my words, which only put me more on edge. “It’s nearly nighttime,” he said. “And I’ve given my men the order to start draining Bryn’s blood the minute the sun sets. Her blood will still be f

Chapter 27NightWhen we burst through the tunnel, my men and I following closely behind Troy, I wasn’t expecting to find myself in a ravine. But the locale of the showdown didn’t matter to me. All I cared about was sinking my teeth into Troy’s throat and squeezing until he stopped breathing.Moments after we entered the ravine, we encountered waves of young wolves, ferals eager to tear us apart. Thanks to the Garou Pack’s ingenuity, our claws and fur were dipped in a paralytic that would subdue the ferals seconds after entering their bodies. It wouldn’t hurt them. The trick was to scratch them without seriously injuring them or getting our fur into their mouths.It went against our very nature to purposefully let an enemy get close to us like that, but it was made even more fucking difficult by the fact that Troy kept flitting around the battlefield like a deranged mouse. The ferals and his men surrounded him, keeping him from the fray while he danced around us, his laughter echoing